"And our winner for knock out..... Kyle 'The Dragon' Hanson!!!" The host raised my hand and I smirk in victory. Several people cheered along but I saw too many scowls and groans. Ain't my fault they betted on the wrong guy and against me. I never lose, they should know that already!

Today's fight wasn't that difficult, only two blows and the guy was on the floor already. I was picking up my stuff when my friends walk to me.

"Ten thousand dollars!" Eddie cheered, like if he never heard that sum before "Two blows and ten thousand, man I wanna be you, Dragon!"

"If you wanna get in the ring..." I teased him, and he shook his head. He knows he has no chance against me, but he likes to bother. He's a good friend. Illegal fights are dangerous because there are no rules. Only rule that so far no one has broken is 'no deaths'. No one wants to be responsible for someone's death. That ain't pretty.

"I still can't believe there were only two blows!" Anton muttered, grabbing his head in disbelief "It takes you a full hour to take me down! And I'm the one teaching you boxing!" I laughed at that.

"Anton, you're another category all by yourself..." I tried to explain, placing a sweaty arm around his shoulders, ignoring his disgusted look "You're a feather while I'm a dragon... And I fight other dragons..."

"That didn't seem a fair fight!" I heard a voice speaking up and that silenced everything around us. I turned to see a guy with brown hair and some jeans and jacket. Probably, he wanted to look inconspicuous, and he achieved it. He looked too normal to be here. His eyes, however, were shinning in mischief "You didn't fight another dragon... You fought a rock!"

"Hey!" The faint complain was covered by my footsteps getting closer to that guy.

"And you think you can take me?" I challenged him, but he simply started to laugh. And laugh loud!

"Me? Oh, no... Thanks for the offer, though... I fight wolves..." He made no sense while speaking, but he got my attention and frustration "But, I do know someone who could beat you... The Drakon" Murmurs were heard around and one gasped in pain.

"The- The Drakon?!" Someone from the crowd squeaked, obviously in fear. The guy in front of me kept smirking "You- You lie! The Drakon is an urban legend!" The guy started to laugh and everyone was waiting for his reply.

"The Drakon is very much alive, like you and like me..." Whimpers and gasps were heard "I even had gone a couple of rounds with it..."

"Hold on a second! Who are you and who is this 'dragon'? I'm 'The Dragon'!!" I interrupted, annoyed. If there was going to be a Dragon in this city, that would be only me! The guy simply shook his head.

"No 'Dra-gon', 'Dra-kon'" he emphasized, like if I was ten "You better check your mythology up if you want to beat it..."

"Time and date" I muttered, earning crazy looks from everyone. The guy smiled.

"Tomorrow, here at this time... Be warned, my money will go to the 'Drakon', 'Dragon'..." he laughed, walking away from us. I turned back to my things, fuming and swearing, no matter how good this guy think he is, I'm better!

And I'll prove it!

~oOo~

The night of the fight had came and I had slept like eight hours prior to that. I wasn't arriving tired or I'll be beat, and I don't want that to happen! I did train, though I didn't overloaded cause that would influence in my performance. I know that, I'm not stupid.

People were gathering, and I was surrounded by my friends, who showed me support. Neither of them were betting this time as like Anton has subtlety pointed out 'Your ego ain't the only thing that will end up bruised!'. I wasn't paying money I didn't have, so we abstained from betting tonight. As I was getting ready, I saw the guy from last night walking.

"I see you're here... You can have the chance to surrender anytime and 'The Drakon' won't hold it against you..." His offering was offensive to me and I simply glared at him as my way to answer his question "Well, I did tried it... Just by curiousity, any of you know first aids?" I saw the bewilder looks of Anton and Eddie, like me wondering what that meant "Alright then..." he walked away, talking to someone whose face was covered with a hood.

"Alright, gentlemen, we have a challenge in our hands!" Last night's host seemed to be unavailable, because we had a new one "Our invincible 'The Dragon' against the legendary 'The Drakon'!!" The guys who had gathered to watch us cheered and passed money from one hand to another one. I didn't pay attention or I'd be unfocused "You know the only rule, boys... No death..." the host whispered at us and left us to be.

This guy hadn't even taken his hood off and was walking around me in circles, not making a movement. I was with my guard up, ready to defend myself in case he decided to blow a fist from no where. I tried to see any weak spots, but seemed to move too fast for my concetration.

Finally, the blow came.

I blocked it and threw one of my own that he avoided it. Though, I noticed something when he tried to hit me. I saw a couple of fiery eyes looking at me from under a hood. And a smirk that promised everything will be over soon. In my close-up inspection, I noticed what made The Drakon so special. The shock made me stop and I didn't see the blow coming to my stomach.

I doubled myself and another blow came to contact my face. I fell down, unable to move. The fight was over.

No wonder The Drakon was an urban legend.

No decent street fighter would admit being hit by a girl...

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Hello, guys!

First of all, I want to apologize for not posting last weekend, but I had/have a painting crew at home and, this past week, they had to work on my room, so I spent last weekend 'moving out'... You wouldn't believe the amount of things I NOW consider useless... I know it's an excuse, but I wish you could see pictures so you can understand my experience...

Onto another subject, last Wednesday was my friend Carter's (iamlillyherondale is her Wattpad, though I'm not sure she uses them any longer) 17th birthday! If you could wish her a 'Happy Be-Late Birthday!' I'd be grateful... She's not having a great time right now...

Which reminds me that Ashari Benturi's birthday was on my last post... HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY! I couldn't reply to you, as your comments appear as guest! Hope you had a great time!

Onto the subject you care now, I'd be uploading the chapters from Percy Jackson, son of Chaos and Mortals: Meet... 2 today that I owe you. Also, I was doing my math and I think I could be done with Mortals: Meet... 2 this next weekend *sheds a small tear* Such a wonderful time I had- NO! I'll give the 'goodbye speech' next weekend.

This means, I'll focus on my collabs, my request and Percy Jackson, son of Chaos and Mortals: Meet... the In-Laws for the rest of the month. You still have time to vote on my poll in Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/pg/SilverHuntresses/posts/) or go check Comments Are Poll, commenting which one you like.... and if you fulfilled your quota of comments there, send me a PM with the head: "Your Next Story Is..."

I wish you all a happy Sunday and that is fill with excitement!